Page 113 of Ruthless God

“Fuck. You feel so good,” he breathes.

His movements are slow at first, teasing, deliberate. Making me feel the weight of every thrust, every shift, every pulse of heat between us. And then he loses control. His pace quickens, his body moving against mine in a way that is undeniable, relentless, completely consuming.

“That’s it. Take my cock. Show me how much you want it.”

I dig my fingers into his shoulders, my head tilting back as I let myself drown in him.

Heat coils low in my stomach, building, curling, tightening.

“Claudius,” I moan.

And then we break together.

I feel like I leave my body, pleasure going on and on. When I finally come down from the high he just gave me, he brushes his lips against mine. Our breaths are ragged, our bodies still tangled, neither of us willing to move just yet. The heat between us lingers, the waves crashing in the distance the only sound breaking the silence.

Claudius shifts, his weight still pressing into me, but now it feels different. Not just possessive. But protective. Like he’s grounding me. Keeping me here.

I expect him to pull away. To retreat into himself, back into the cold, calculated man I know. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he stays.

He presses a slow, lingering kiss to my temple, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my hip.

His breathing evens out, but his muscles are still tense, like he’s fighting something inside himself. I run my hand down his back, feeling the shift of muscle beneath my touch. He exhales, his forehead coming to rest against mine. For a long moment, neither of us speak.

His voice is low and gruff when he says, “I don’t want to leave.”

I blink, surprised at the admission.

“Then don’t.”

He gives a quiet, almost bitter chuckle. “If only it were that easy.”

Something tightens in my chest. I don’t know what to say. So I don’t. Instead, I pull him closer, holding him like I’m afraid to let go. And to my surprise, he lets me.

We lie there, joined together, until he gets hard again. I shift beneath him, rolling my hips just enough to feel his hardness inside of me. Claudius’ breath catches, his fingers tightening on my hip as a low, deep groan rumbles in his chest.

“You’re insatiable,” he murmurs, voice thick and rough.

I smirk. “Takes one to know one.”

His eyes glint, sharp and knowing, like he’s considering all the ways he can prove me right.

I bite my lip. “You know, when you told me I could bring my swimsuit or leave it, I thought we’d end up skinny dipping.”

His gaze darkens. “That can be arranged.”

Before I can respond, he moves. One second, he’s hovering over me, heat radiating between us. The next? He’s lifting me. I yelp as he stands, carrying me effortlessly toward the water, my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Claudius—”

But he doesn’t give me time to protest.

He steps into the cool surf, waves lapping at his calves, then his thighs, then higher until the warm night air is replaced by the delicious chill of the ocean.

I shudder, clutching onto him tighter.

He smirks. “Cold?”

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